In the small, quiet mountain town of Golden, British Columbia, Shawn grew up surrounded by the rugged beauty of nature. His family, homesteaders of Austrian descent, had built a life from the ground up in the shadows of towering peaks. The scent of pine trees and the sound of the rushing Kicking Horse River were a constant presence in his life, and his days were spent between school and working on the family farm.

One autumn day in the early 1970s, the balance of Shawn’s world shifted. A new girl arrived at school. Suzanne was her name—a striking young beauty from Lyon, France, with deep brown eyes that seemed to hide a world of stories. Her family, renowned bakers back in France, had moved to British Columbia in search of a quieter life, leaving behind the bustling streets of Lyon for the stillness of the Canadian Rockies. Suzanne barely spoke English, but that didn’t matter. From the moment Shawn saw her, he knew there was something special about her.

The two kids, barely into their teens, admired each other from afar. Suzanne would sit by herself during lunch, her sketchbook in hand, drawing scenes from her former life in France or landscapes of the mountains around her. Shawn, tall and handsome with his wild, unkempt brown hair, would watch her from the distance, too shy to approach, though his heart always pounded when their eyes met across the schoolyard.

Despite the language barrier, there was an unspoken connection between them. When their glances caught, it felt like the rest of the world faded away. They would exchange soft smiles, and though they never spoke, a silent promise formed between them. Through all of junior high and high school, their admiration grew, but they barely shared a conversation.

Every Friday Night Shawn would ride his bike past her house, and Suzanne would sit on her porch, watching, knowing he was there for her but neither daring to make the first move.  It was almost as if he were her angel watching over her.

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As the years passed, life took them in different directions, but their hearts remained tethered to one another. In their early twenties, fate finally intervened. At a small town festival, beneath a string of twinkling lights and the backdrop of the mountains they had always called home, Suzanne and Shawn finally spoke. It was awkward at first—her English was still broken, and his French was nonexistent—but none of that mattered. The connection that had formed all those years ago sparked into a fire.

From that day on, they were inseparable. In 1980, after a decade of silent admiration, they tied the knot in a small chapel by the river in Golden, the place where their love first began. But their story didn’t end there—it was only the beginning. Their love, a force that could no longer be contained by the small mountain town, took them across the globe.

As the world changed, so did they. Traveling from country to country, they became famous for their story—a young Canadian boy from the mountains and a French girl from the city, whose love had transcended language, time, and distance. They were invited to royal palaces across Europe and Asia, celebrated by kings and queens who admired their unbreakable bond. Their travels took them to the pyramids of Egypt, the bustling streets of Tokyo, and the white sand beaches of the Caribbean. Wherever they went, people marveled at their love, and soon they became one of the world’s most famous young couples.

But fame was fleeting. By the 2000s, the world had moved on to new stories, new faces. Yet for Shawn and Suzanne, none of that mattered. The quiet love they had once shared from across the schoolyard had grown into a love that needed no audience. They chose to disappear from the spotlight, vanishing into the sunset, hand in hand.

No one knows exactly where they ended up. Some say they retired to a small villa in Thailand, where they spent their days by the sea, living out their quiet love story as they always had. Others believe they found a quiet corner of Mexico, surrounded by beaches and the warm breeze. Wherever they went, they left behind the noise of fame but carried with them the enduring love that had always been at the center of their world.

To this day, people speak of Shawn and Suzanne as legends—proof that true love doesn’t fade with time or fame. And somewhere, in a quiet corner of the world, they continue their journey together, forever hand in hand, just as they always were.


LYRICS

When the weight of the world’s on my back
He can free me with a smile
Been working my fingers to the bone
But it’s alright

Cause when the working week is done
And it’s time to have some fun
He’s the only thing
I’ve got on my mind
The light around your wings suits you well

Oh here he comes
Here comes my Friday Night Angel
Looks like the world is his to buy or sell
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little bit of heaven on this earth

My heart’s ringing like a bell
Like a bell
My hearts ringin’ like a bell
Oh yeah

When my trains coming off the track
He’ll keep me riding straight for miles
Ain’t no point in looking back when it feels like home

When I see you shuffling down down to the street
To the place where we’re gonna meet
I don’t know how I ever made it on my own
I don’t need a second guess or time to tell

Oh here he comes
Here comes my Friday Night Angel
Looks like the world is his to buy or sell
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little bit of heaven on this earth
My heart’s ringing like a …

Bell
Telling me it’s you
You feel the same as well
I caught you as you fell
To earth
There ain’t no way
I’m giving you back now
The wind’s in our sails
In our sails
The wind’s in our sails

If the skies fade to black
He can take away the rain
When the weekend comes around it’s gonna be just fine

That downtown summer breeze
Rolling through the happy trees
And It lets me know your lovin’s goin’ to be on time
I think you left your halo on my windowsill

Oh here he comes
Here comes my Friday Night Angel
Looks like the world is his to buy or sell

Oh here he comes
Here comes my Friday Night Angel
My Friday Night Angel
My angel
I love my angel
Yeah

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Written by Brian Jay Cline
Produced by Punish Studios enhanced by A.I.